I’m racing to get this blog in before Simon and I meet Derek at Design on a Dime for Housing Works, which, if you live in NYC, is a GREAT place to get home furnishings at very reasonable prices, where the proceeds all go to help end the twin crises of AIDS and homelessness. This weekend the chums and Simon and I will be in CT and Boston for book signings – if you’re in the area, please come and see us as we’d love to meet you!
At the Cocktails and Couture party, I was happy to bring along a few dresses, including one of my Cavalli gowns. I was greeted by LuAnn, who wondered why I delivered Bethenny’s message to Jill and stated that I shouldn’t choose sides. I was surprised by her statement as LuAnn definitely chose sides herself – that was a “do as I say, not as I do” proclamation. Although I was conflicted about having delivered Bethenny’s message in front of the other women, I don’t think LuAnn has ever expressed remorse for passing Jill’s feelings to Bethenny, for lurking on speakerphone or for telling Jill’s story about my boys at Ungaro. Nor did I ever ask LuAnn who made her God after any of those incidents. Bizarre. I agreed that I’d be willing to talk to Jill about it.
More people arrived and Bobby pulled me aside. Out of the whole group, Bobby is the one whose opinion of the situation would have held the most weight, and I was completely open to hearing him out. Having done so, I reiterated that I would find Jill and speak to her.
Let’s be clear. I did understand that I had embarrassed Jill in front of the group. I was not sorry about relaying B’s message to her, but willing to accept responsibility for the way in which it came out. With that, I approached Jill later during the party. She didn’t want to talk. For those who have been following this whole mess online, Jill commented at one point that sometimes when someone offers to talk “she doesn’t want to make up yet.” Personally, I don’t play that game – it’s passive aggressive. You either want to talk, or you don’t. She didn’t.